I want to be a child Who don't care a cent for life And try to dare all the fear of the life I want to think like a child I want to act like a child Whose life is fine! Fine as wine…
You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For them they have their own thoughts. They are like the arrow which is released from the bow And don’t know where to go. That unhappy childhood's terror So easy to repair. They had freedom to run, fall, and climb big trees Soaking wet socks, over their knees. Those moments were like heaven on earth. Where nothing is expensive, at no cost.
When I was little I knew nothing of the world, I dreamed of butterflies and birds Now I am grown up. I feel like autumn after the spring. I feel like scarecrow who is tired of standing in his lonely field. I measure every grief I meet With questioning eyes; I wonder if it weighs like mine, Or has an easier size. I pray to the god for transfiguring me back. Giving back my childhood Where I used live for my own good.
Transfigure Me to Child - Visitor's Poem